Halcyon Rising: Shadow of Life (Book 3)
The next time the goddess of premonition says, "Hey, Arden, you're gonna die," I should really take her more seriously. She's annoyingly right about things like that.<br /><br />It's just... I didn't want to think about dying. I was busy enough with a pregnant foxkin builder, a slime gal that may or may not be melting, and a goddess that kept bombarding me with snarky telepathic nonsense.<br /><br />Throw in a disappearing city, a deadly gypsy festival, a feisty band of brothel-working elf women — and Reyna. Oh, Reyna. The white-haired, charcoal-skinned hell maiden begging for my hands all over her... skills. She needed help sealing the rifts to the underworld before Duul turned the afterlife into his own personal weapon.<br /><br />All this before the god of war marches his ugly ancient ass into Halcyon for a showdown with Nola, my new family, and our growing city of refugees.<br /><br />Who has time to <b>die</b> with all <i>that</i> going on?